---- Chapter 124. Shawn looked at the résumé he had opened in his hands. He stared at the woman, who was smiling gently and serenely, in the photo through his glasses. Welcome dinners for new hires were a common practice at companies he had acquired. He knew Tara hadn't been telling the truth yesterday. What he hadn't expected was that he had gone there for the sake of a housekeeper. On top of that, he had done unspeakable things with her in bed! "Mr.

Wilhelm, should we-" Shawn knew what he was about to say and raised his hand to cut him off. He had no interest in Tara and had already settled the matter with money. Presumably , she had enough sense not to bother him further. As night fell and with her departure set for the next day, Tara didn't bother cooking. She planned to eat at the diner downstairs.

She pressed the elevator button, and it happened to show it was descending from the 29th floor while the other three elevators remained stationary. Before she could think more, the elevator doors opened with a ding, and ---- inside stood a tall, handsome man. Lance was quietly watching her. Tara froze and quickly avoided his gaze. "I-I'll take the next one." "Are you afraid of me? Why?" Lance asked coldly. His question flustered her.

Not wanting him to notice anything was off, she had no choice but to hurry into the elevator. "No. It's just that when I worked at the villa, I heard you didn't like sharing an elevator with others," she said, trying to sound calm. Lance didn't ask anything else, but Tara could feel his gaze fixed on her the entire time. As soon as the doors opened, she quickly walked out and headed for the diner. Even inside, she remained nervous.

But then she remembered that since the plot had already been disrupted, there was no chance they would actually remember . Only then did she finally relax. Now, all she had to do was wait for tomorrow and leave with a peace of mind. Because she had run into Lance on the way down, she practically flew home after dinner. She rushed into the elevator and headed upstairs as fast as she could.

---- The next morning, Tara's high-speed train ticket was for 9:00 am, so she needed to take the subway over an hour in advance to get there. She wheeled her light suitcase downstairs and headed toward the subway station. Just as she stepped out of the wealthy gated community, Leslie happened to be driving by. He was there to pick something up for Lance. When he spotted Tara with a suitcase in tow, he pulled over in confusion and watched her go. "So, she really lives here," he muttered.

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Then, why had she been inside the building Lance had bought? Leslie had never seen her before. It was as if she had appeared out of thin air. Leslie got out of the car and went to the security office to ask if the guards recognized Tara. One of the guards checked the logbook and confirmed she was indeed registered as an owner of the 28th floor in that building. But they only remembered seeing her in the past couple of days.

When Leslie heard Tara was the owner of the 28th-floor unit, his face immediately turned pale with shock. "H-How could that be? Mr. Swain bought out the whole ---- building a long time ago." The security guards exchanged glances . Of course they knew that, but their logbook protocol was strict -they always required proof of ownership before registering someone. Thus, there couldn't have been a mistake. Leslie didn't press the issue. He scratched his head, more puzzled than ever.

At the high-speed train station , Tara boarded the train once again, heading toward the small cottage she had rented. She planned to plant some flowers there and take walks around the scenic area when she had time to give herself space to carefully figure out her next steps. As the high-speed train was about to depart, Tara settled into her window seat and gazed outside. The events of recent days felt like a dream, but now that the dream was over, she was back to being an ordinary person.

Fortunately , the money Shawn and Lance had given her was very real. After more than three hours, the high-speed train arrived in Jensenville. Tara got off, but it was still over an hour's drive to reach the cottage she had rented near the tourist area. By the time she stepped through the gate of the cottage, the outside had already begun to darken. The landlady, a middle-aged woman, had been waiting for her to arrive.

---- The landlady hadn't expected the woman renting the house to be so stunning. She stared at Tara for quite a while, so much so that she was half a beat slow responding to everything Tara asked. Finally snapping out of it, the landlady smiled sheepishly. "I've never seen someone as beautiful as you, so I didn't hear a word of what you just asked." Tara blushed and asked, "Are any of the security cameras broken?" If there were, she wanted them replaced tomorrow. "They're all working.

But if you're still worried, I can hire someone to have them all changed tomorrow," the landlady replied. Tara nodded. The actual place looked even better than in the pictures. The landlady added, "I live just nearby. If you need anything , you can give me a call. There's nothing to be afraid of while you're here. Both my husband and I practice martial arts, and we're well known in this area. "Just a few houses down, there's a guesthouse.

If you ever run into trouble and can't reach me by phone, you can go there. They'll definitely help you out." Tara felt much more at ease with the landlady's ---- reassurance . Since she hadn't had time to buy bedding , she spent the night at the nearby guesthouse. The next morning, feeling refreshed, she got to work tidying up the little garden. She also went out to buy some flowers and pots. There was a swing in the yard, which she scrubbed until it was spotless. She planned to spend some time here, resting and recharging both body and mind.